TESTIMONIALS
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T. G.
from Culpeper, VA |
God has worked in my life in a very big way. I got married at a young age while I was serving in the British army I was 19 and 10 months later our son was born, however due to my lack of family values like never being at home always going on courses I did not see the breakdown in my marriage and after 8 years we were in the divorce courts after this I thought I would not marry again but after a few years I got married but with step-children problems their drug habits and their violence in the home and we separated. As I outline this part of my life I think the most blame must lay with me for my part in these disasters. I did not seem to care what happened at this time. At the age of 15, I gave my life to Christ at a Billy Graham Crusade in my home town, at that time I was part of a rough gang always fighting and stealing, but God stepped in - the night we were due to go to the next town to cause trouble. As I was walking to our meeting place on the sea front I saw the poster for this Crusade and instead of going to my friends I went to the crusade and that night I received Jesus as my Lord and Savior. That night I was saved from a Borstal sentence (juvenile hall), as that is where most of the gang went. God had started to work in my life.When I joined the army at the age of 18, I put God on the back burner and went on with my life my way, God did not play a part in it in any shape or form or so I thought. But I understand now that even though I put God to the back burner He never left me but at that time I did not know this. It was during this time my first marriage failed. At the age of 40, during my second marriage, I was invited to go to church and I went from then on. I went every Sunday joined the music group, worked with the young people, and had a great time but things were missing in my life. None of my family went to church; they used to ridicule me for going. Over the next 6 years, due to their drugs and their mother allowing them to sell drugs from the family home we separated. At this time I was praying for a Christian family, thinking I am asking for my family to come to Christ, but then I met Debbie online, we grew together and after much prayer, I was moved to come and meet her here in America. Debbie is my soul mate I feel that she is my rib and we married on the 24th of March in 2001. The difference is that this time my marriage has God in it - the other marriages I did not allow God in any part of it - I did it all my way. What I am saying is always put God first in all that you do and you will get through anything. (Debbie and I pray every morning before I
leave for work at
3-30am she gets up with me to see me off every morning)
It took me 46 years to understand this and
only then because God bought me to another country to live where I
joined a
Christian and loving family who love me for who I am.
They have taught me all about family values. God has also
worked
in my life here as I have learned to praise and worship God and not
worry what
others think and since I have lived here, God has elevated me to the
position
of Deacon and I am honored to serve my God and my savior Jesus Christ. In finishing, all things are possible with
Christ, but try doing it on your own and troubles is around the corner
and
please remember to give God the Glory in all things because he has done
great
things in our lives. |
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D.
J.
from Philadelphia, PA |
This is my first time giving a testimony in my whole life and I'm 22, so I think it's time. Thanks to the help of God and my sister Tameka for getting me in Lincoln University. For the past few years I been living fairly good. I just finish my second year away at college. The only thing I have paid for in the past two years is 75 dollars for room. I was on the road to an unhealthy life, with no home to stay at and only two people to talk to (the Lord and my sister). I ask the Lord if he could get me out of this mess that I was in, I'll never walk down that road again. And in one day of that talk with Him I got a call from Lincoln University stating that they had a room and I could come up there the next day. |
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S. O. J. |
"The reason why I'm giving this testimony is because so many young people are plagued by drugs and other things that are contrary to God. Share this with young people who you know are smoking weed or taking any other type of drug. I was 19 years old, enrolled part time in college at the time and my idea of fun was smoking "weed" or marijuana with friends and just "spacing out". Actually, in retrospect, the only thing it did was destroy brain cells and make me paranoid. Just some of the side effects of this so called "mild drug". An associate of mine, who I considered a friend and someone she knew had "copped" some weed. She invited me over to her house. We were sitting in a room, the 3 of us smoking, when all of a sudden I heard a voice within me say, "DON'T SMOKE ANYMORE, THE NEXT TIME YOU SMOKE YOU'LL LOSE COMPLETE CONTROL". I shook my head, trying to make the thought disappear. I know I was no longer high anymore. I asked the other 2 women whether they had heard anything to which they replied no. I remember looking around at the walls which surrounded me. The wallpaper seemed to be writhing green snakes. At that time I thought, maybe I should not smoke anymore just yet. I took a break from smoking weed for approximately 2 weeks. A so called friend of mine came to visit me at my apartment. They did not stay, but instead gave me a thick joint and said they had saved it for me. I took it, (thinking back now, just like Eve had taken the apple). I shoved it under my pillow, instead of destroying it immediately. Sitting on a chair, in my kitchen on a Friday night, I mused that maybe what had happened to me just a couple of weeks ago was an isolated situation. Maybe I had smoked too much that night, or that the joint was too potent. Extremely bored, I pulled the joint slowly from its hiding spot. I walked to the kitchen and lit the joint. I took a few puffs and looked across the kitchen, outside my window. Things began to happen. A cow shaped face appeared and just stared at me. I looked at it briefly and decided to pretend it was not there. That night, I don't know how I stayed in that apartment by myself, but I did. The next morning, I proceeded to my parents house across town, where they came to the conclusion that something was drastically wrong with me. They discussed taking me away to which I responded that I would leave on my own. (So much more transpired within the 2 hours I left my parents house, that I cannot began to share it in this brief space) I was taken to a nearby hospital, where they were told I had a nervous breakdown. I was diagnosed paranoid schizophrenic. Really. There was no history of that in my family. I had not broken down before, nor exhibited any symptoms. Extremely bright and energetic, cheerful even, my family, friends and other associates were shocked. To make a very long testimony short, I'll fast forward a little. Each day I ventured out, I heard voices in my head; Conversations of other people, shouting, etc. It seemed as it good and evil was vying for my attention. If I turned on the TV, it should snippets of my life. Finally, after 6 months, on the 3rd floor of my parents dwelling, I looked up to heaven and said, "If there be a God in heaven, if you will heal me, I will serve you. But you must tell me which church is correct, because there are so many churches out there" I felt as though a hand reached out across my face. I felt as though I was healed instantly. My sanity returned! No voices! I began searching for churches, but it was not until a woman tapped me on my shoulder, gave me a tract and invited me to her church, that I believed God had lead me there. I visited the church and after service, vowed to return again. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Savior and begin to work out my soul salvation. " |
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